Edging toward the cliff, I
Contemplate how far I've come.
Looking for somewhere to stay, wishing
It would cradle me softly- wondering if my
Pulse has always been so loud. I hope I
See you at the bottom. I hope the
Ending is as beautiful as the beginning.
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3:00 AM Challenge Winners
B. A. Durham’s False Memories blends dream and reality in a seamless mix. As his father, afflicted by Alzheimer’s, fades away, the narrator is haunted by a dream that may be a memory, returning to him insistently. The piece is full of wonderful detail (the father touching his lip where once there was a mustache, “but now he is clean-shaven—he has been for years” — and moving in revealing the complexities of a family’s life. A worthy winner which shows the power of dreams to influence us.
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Comments (2)
Yes, love the visceral contemplation of a leap of faith
I hope that ending isn't what I think it is 😅 Loved your Acrostic!